Hi, ladies. Had a long weekend visiting my parents in Huntsville, helping my mom around the house she's trying to sell. My dad is doing okay, still slow going. We celebrated his 79th birthday with him.
Sad news is that we are having Waldo euthanized (SP?) today. The tumor on his side has grown and is now painful for him, and a back knee is giving him pain as well. He is probably 17 years old, so there is no reason to prolong his current misery.
We told the kids this morning and Ava is devastated. Nicky isn't saying much at all. Hard to know how this will affect him. After school and before piano lessons I'll probably take them to Rita's to get some ice cream and see if it cheers them up any.
I got him in 1997 as a crazy-eyed, freakish, flea-infested, rope-burned Italian Greyhound rescue who wouldn't stand still for fear of being caught or beaten or who knows what. He was probably around 2yo at the time. I fostered him and cleaned him up a little, had him neutered, and then he was adopted. Two months later they had to return him to rescue because he was so looney! So when I fostered him again, I realized passing him from home to home wasn't doing his mental state any favors, so I adopted him myself. The rest is history.
Be thinking of all of us today, please.
Off now to do a lot of errands and prep for classes tomorrow. We go to the vet at 3:30.